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Yung Bino

"Chanel Frames"

[Intro: Bino]
Oh, oh‚ oh

[Chorus: Bino]
She rockin' Chanel frames
It's time to go shoot today
We dumpin' out with the K
She taste it like lemonade
My brother just beat the case
I'm drippin' in fashion
I'm all in her throat and she gaggin'
She know that we really a savage
Call Shotta 'cause he really saggin'
She suckin' that di*k in the cabin
Thank God I'm livin' lavish
Don't play with my chicken like Gladys
Cute b*tch‚ we speakin' in letters
There ain't no n*gga takin' my cabbage
And my chain cost your new addy
They got pockets on the fashion‚ yeah

[Verse 1]
Who hit that boy, we ain't sayin' no names, Chanel frames
Wanna cop that Rollie bustdown‚ f*ck a plain Jane
Go score on an opp like a touchdown, put 'em up like a plane
We ain't cuffin' no thots over here, my n*gga‚ they all get trained
Ain't no opps get passes over here, lil' n*gga, they all get flamed
And you f*ck with the opps and you duck with the opps, we gon' treat you the same
I run up a check like a treadmill, you know I'm big boy flexin'
Couple P's in the vacuum seal, n*gga, try me, you know I'm gon' stretch you
Gang spinning like a Ferris wheel, yeah
Gang spinning like a Ferris wheel
All this ice on me, I'm gettin' chills
Me and Bino, we keep that steal, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Bino]
She rockin' Chanel frames
It's time to go shoot today
We dumpin' out with the K
She taste it like lemonade
My brother just beat the case
I'm drippin' in fashion
I'm all in her throat and she gaggin'
She know that we really a savage
Call Shotta 'cause he really saggin'
She suckin' that di*k in the cabin
Thank God I'm livin' lavish
Don't play with my chicken like Gladys
Cute b*tch, we speakin' in letters
There ain't no n*gga takin' my cabbage
And my chain cost your new addy
They got pockets on the fashion, yeah

[Verse 2: Bino]
Chanel, Chanel, the bag
We whip out that fire like a flag
Too much money, I'm doin' the dash
Try to take it, we bustin' his ass
Say she want a Rollie on her wrist
But she gotta really suck a di*k
Then we really set fire like a Bic
Spent 'bout five racks on the 'fit
If she don't turn around, she a trick
Thought about a whole gang in this b*tch
Different n*gga turn 'round, get flipped
These pus*y ass n*ggas be little
That n*gga wanna rap for a deal
That's why when I walk out, I really gotta keep my steel, yeah
I ain't f*ckin' no ho if she ain't trill, yeah
These n*ggas steady cappin', ain't kill nothin'
Probably they tell in that building
These n*ggas bleedin' like a period
pus*y n*gga lookin', get furious
When you gonna shoot? We ain't hearin' that
Double cross these n*ggas in a cul-de-sac
Chanel furs, I can afford that

[Chorus: Bino]
She rockin' Chanel frames
It's time to go shoot today
We dumpin' out with the K
She taste it like lemonade
My brother just beat the case
I'm drippin' in fashion
I'm all in her throat and she gaggin'
She know that we really a savage
Call Shotta 'cause he really saggin'
She suckin' that di*k in the cabin
Thank God I'm livin' lavish
Don't play with my chicken like Gladys
Cute b*tch, we speakin' in letters
There ain't no n*gga takin' my cabbage
And my chain cost your new addy
They got pockets on the fashion, yeah

[Verse 3: Setitoff83]
You know, fly like Aladdin
I need me a carpet when I walk through
b*tch, I ain't no iron, I ain't pressin' you
I'll be damned if I let 'em play me like a fool
These brand new Chanels got me seein' through
I ain't talkin' Ray Charles, I ain't seein' you
How your homie die, n*gga, you ain't shoot?
Now they out here smokin' on him 'cause of you
I don't care who you with, pull that fire
I don't care where he at, we gon' ride on him
Yeah, that n*gga dead if my eyes on him
Screamin', "f*ck you," if you ain't my home
Screamin', "f*ck you," if you ain't my n*gga
You ain't never kill, I ain't ride with ya
Whenever I see you, better have that iron
Know I'm tryna snap a n*gga like a picture, ayy
But I'm on some other type of time now, I got a bustdown
I got some freak hoes at the room, they tryna get bust down
Better free Smoke, he just did ten, my uncle didn't touch down
Really in the field, really tryna kill, n*gga, don't get touched now

[Chorus: Bino]
She rockin' Chanel frames
It's time to go shoot today
We dumpin' out with the K
She taste it like lemonade
My brother just beat the case
I'm drippin' in fashion
I'm all in her throat and she gaggin'
She know that we really a savage
Call Shotta 'cause he really saggin'
She suckin' that di*k in the cabin
Thank God I'm livin' lavish
Don't play with my chicken like Gladys
Cute b*tch, we speakin' in letters
There ain't no n*gga takin' my cabbage
And my chain cost your new addy
They got pockets on the fashion, yeah

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